Spacewalker

You deserve nothing less

Than extraordinary;

Do not settle for

Mediocre; just because it’s there

Do not settle for

Anything less than

Amazing; just because you can.

You are worth the universe,

Do not give in to stars and praises.

Compliments and galaxies

Are nothing but words and constellations

Compared to you.

You are beautiful,

A wreckage of hurt and bruises and wounds

Yet you still shine

You are beautiful.

Meteor showers and comets

Are incredibly stunning

But you

You are a shooting star

You are a reckless blazing fire

Do not dim your light
To accustom to their darkness. 

There are galaxies in your veins

So don’t you ever try to tear them apart

You do not deserve to hurt yourself

You will never bleed yourself dry

I won’t let you.

He can be a gorgeous mess,

Everything that you’ve ever wanted,

Desired, hoped for and dreamed of,

But he is not Zeus,
No matter how god-like you think he is;

And he is not worth it.

Until the day he crosses the universe for you,

Climbs the stars and voyages galaxies

To fashion a smile out of lightning on your face,

He is and he will never be worth it.

He is but a boy

And you do not deserve

To cry your heart out over him.

Do not tear yourself apart

To keep him whole
I forbid your universe to crumble
Should he ever leave you.

I did not give up on you

So you would end up with boys like him.

He will never steal the stars for you

Because he’s too fixated on asteroids

To realize that you are too good for him.

I defied space for you

Because you were my universe.
Do not fall in love with him
For hanging the sun in the sky,
Because I know that you love the rain more.

Do not fall in love with a boy

Who only sees you as another castaway

To add to his collection of broken stardust

One day you’ll find a boy

Who would walk the surface of the universe

A million times over

Just to be with you.

And until that day comes,

Do not settle 
For anything less 
Than extraordinary.

note: this piece was inspired by Spacewalker on the 100. 

Bruises (or alternatively, Things I'll Never Say)

You hurt me,

With your sickening lies

Your icy indifference

Your pathetic excuses,

Your half-hearted apologies,

I apologize for forgiving you.

You delighted me,

With anxiety attacks,

Sleepless nights,

I was drowning in paranoia

And the tremors traumatized my heart

I was waiting for you to save me.

You confused me,

With your kind words

Laced with double meanings

I choked to death

Swallowing down my hidden feelings

I compromised my happiness for you.

You touched me,

With your compelling warmth

I trusted you with my snowflake heart

You crushed it in your palms

And it melted apart

I wanted you to be delicate.

I wanted you

To prove me wrong

That not everyone lies

When they make promises

That I could place my trust in you

Without the aftermath of crippling regret.

You proved me right

That I cannot trust anyone

With this fragile heart

And disorientated mind

Who could love such a disaster?

I was selfish for needing you.

I remember falling down

Scrapped knees and scratched palms,

Tiny rocks imbedded in flesh

I picked myself up and brushed off the gravel

I was determined to learn the hard way.

I remember falling in love,

Misguided heart and misplaced trust,

Tiny wounds imbedded in flesh

I picked myself up and brushed off the pain

I was determined not to fall apart.

When you first get a bruise,

It doesn’t seem to hurt much,

It only stings against your touch

Bruises are ugly and hurtful

But bruises of a broken heart

Are even more so awful.

When someone tells you that you hurt them,

You don’t get to decide that you didn’t,

I was bleeding and bruising

And you tore apart the bandages

Like the appendages of my heart

I will not shed any more blood for you.

You remain oblivious

To the hurt that you have caused

I stitched up my heart and stifled away my misery

As long as I’m smiling it means you’re forgiven

But the bruises you’ve given me 

Were made with your volition.

You bruised me,

And although bruises can be pretty

I never should have allowed you to touch me

Pretty is ugly when you’re broken and falling apart

Pretty is not an excuse for breaking my fucking heart.

Fault Lines

The first thing we had in common

Was, ironically, heartbreak

Maybe I was your rebound,

Or maybe you were mine,

We were bound to end in heartbreak
Predestined to fall apart

In the end we're all fault lines;
If only I'd remembered at the start.

The culprit of all heartbreaks is wishful thinking

And for so long I had wished

That you felt the same way about me

But just because you wish for something

It doesn’t mean your wish comes true

It just means that wishbones break

Just as easily as the human heart;
And sometimes pain is needed for art.

It’s my fault for falling in love with you.

Attachments (or alternatively, Paper People)

People always say

Don’t get too attached

The price of heartbreak is costly,

To be frugal is to be invulnerable.

“Don’t get too attached,”

As if attachments are mere paper

And you and I are mere paper people

With fragile paper hearts.

I will give every inch

Of this pathetic paper heart to you

Despite your paper shredding fingertips,
Violence can be disguised with delicacy.

“You get attached too easily,”

Perhaps you should know that

Paper attachments are never permanent

The only permanence is the pain of detachment.

I will give myself entirely,

Slit my arms that bleed blood

That runs with nothing but love for you

Nothing more than a paper cut to my paper heart.

“If they’re worth it, they’ll come back,”

But if no one comes back,

Does that mean I’m not worth it?

Perhaps I am but a mere paper person.

The thing about paper people

Despite being fragile and pathetic

Is that they are all attached to one another

Precisely because paper gets attached easily.

“I will always forgive,

because I’m afraid they won’t come back,”

After all, if there is something a paper person lacks,

It’s reassurance to all their constant anxiety attacks.

It’s easy to attach paper

Even easier to attach a paper heart

Promise me that if I get attached

Spare me the apology for tearing my heart apart. 

Treacherous

There once was a girl

Who stitched her heart upon her sleeve,

Only to have it ripped apart at the seams

For betrayal hurts much more than you believe.

There once was a girl

Who was always taken for granted,

Try as she might her naivety

Blinded her from the lies she thought were enchanted.

There once was a girl

Who saw the world in his compelling eyes,

Enamoured by his charms

For him her happiness she willingly compromised.

There once was a girl

Who trusted a boy like no other,

Oblivious to his wickedness

She fell for his lies one after another.

There once was a girl

Who believed a boy when he said,

"You're one in a million,"

Perhaps she had let it all go to her head.

There once was a boy

Who knew how best to toy

With the hearts of girls

So easy to destroy.

There once was a boy

Who sequined sugar sweet lies

And armored his heart indifferent to the cries

Of all the girls whose hearts he had desensitized.

There was once a girl

Who swore she loved the boy

Who swore he would never hurt her

How could such treachery occur?

You see treachery as a tragedy

She sees it as clarity

To the lies that were once her reality
That his love for her was cruel in actuality.